waking on a field from the decade of the beast on a new road with no true north i see it well, there’s doubt in every face and there’s a light here on the stage what good is it if he don’t himself believe in it? every clash brings out a warning get ready for the storm, it’s coming it’s coming

there’s a slap back in the face for a sin you can’t erase and a coin drops in the box don’t change the meaning [?] there’s a storm and it’s a-raging in the belly of the slave [?] and it’s coming it’s coming it’s coming it’s coming

when the wind howls at your gate already it is too late it’s coming it’s coming